Date: ???
Time: I’ve stopped keeping track…
A week has passed.
I tried to find the exit, but… it’s gone. Just... gone. The halls change when I’m not looking. Doors lead to nowhere. Sometimes I hear her humming that song...the one she used to perform.
I should be scared. I should be losing my mind.
But I’m not. Because deep down, I know.
I committed the sin. I hurt her. I hurt that child.
And now she’s become something else—something that remembers.
Maybe I deserve this.
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